Page 9 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

“And finally, there’s Wendy.”

Wendy nodded shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey there.”

“Why does this feel like we’re going on a first date?” Greta laughed, breaking the ice even more.

“I don’t know about you,” Lennox chimed in, “but I feel like I’m looking in a mirror with these guys. The only difference is they’re all first generation.”

Nikki’s eyes lit up. “I said the same thing! It’s like we’re you, and you’re us.”

Everyone laughed and agreed, the atmosphere growing more relaxed and familiar.

I clapped my hands together. “Okay, enough talking. We need to get the Mini Weenie set up.”

“We can all help,” Cyn offered, already moving toward the door. “Let’s get it done so we can get on with having the best week of our lives.”

There was a chorus of agreement, and everyone started filing out of Meg’s RV, ready to pitch in. The energy was contagious, and I could feel the excitement building as we all headed over to my little camper.

As we stepped outside, the warm evening air greeted us, and I couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be one of those trips we’d talk about for years, I just knew it.

I couldn’t freaking wait.

Chapter Four

Presents!

Meg

“Meg, your phone is ringing!”

I heard the shout but was too busy trying not to burn the pudgy pie I was flipping in the pie iron. The smell of melted cheese and pizza sauce was already wafting through the air, mingling with the scent of wood smoke from the fire pit.

I dumped the pudgy pie onto a plate and handed it to Raven, who was eagerly waiting. “Karmen, can you answer it for me?” I shouted towards the camper, hoping she was close enough to hear.

“You got it!” Karmen’s voice echoed back, somewhat muffled through the RV’s walls.

Lennox sidled up next to me, her plate already empty. “I need another one,” she moaned. “That was way too good.”

I laughed as I reached for another slice of bread. “You got it,” I promised, grabbing the sauce and cheese. Wendy was beside me, her hands full with her own pudgy pie iron, working just as furiously to keep everyone fed. The fire pit was the heart of the camp tonight, with everyone milling around, munching on their pizzas, and enjoying the cool evening.

Suddenly, Karmen burst out of the RV, practically tripping over herself, my phone in one hand and something else clutched in the other. “Good god!” she exclaimed, looking half amused, half scandalized.

I raised an eyebrow as I kept working on Lennox’s pie. “What’s got you so worked up?”

She stomped over, waving my phone and what looked like a... well, I wasn’t sure what it was. “Why on earth do you havelike four vibrators in your purse?” she demanded, holding up the object for everyone to see.

My jaw nearly hit the ground. “Um, what?” I paused, trying to think back to what on earth could be in my purse. I knew I had a lot in there—probably more than was reasonable—but I was pretty sure I didn’t have four vibrators.

Karmen shoved the thing towards me. “I’m not one to shame someone’s kink, but this seems a little excessive,” she said, her tone dripping with faux innocence.

Wendy squinted, leaning closer to inspect the object. “It’s like a tiny rocket,” she remarked, her nose scrunching up in confusion.

“Pocket rocket?” Raven snickered, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What on earth are you all talking about?” I demanded, now thoroughly exasperated. I handed Wendy my pie iron, muttering a quick “Here, take this,” before marching over to Karmen. “That is not a vibrator,” I declared, snatching the object from her hand. I looked it over, immediately recognizing what it was. With a quick twist, I popped off the top, revealing the pen tip. “It’s a damn pen. A rocket-shaped pen.”

“A pen?” Karmen echoed, looking at the now-revealed pen as if it had betrayed her.

“Yes, a pen,” I repeated, rolling my eyes. “Lo keeps stealing my pens, so I started buying weird ones to throw him off. I ran out of bird pens, so I got these rocket ships.”

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